Love Yourself. Then Forget It. Then, Love

Things Take The Time They Take. Don't Worry.

I Worked Privately, And Sometimes I Feel That Might Be Better For Poets Than The Kind Of Social Workshop Gathering. My School Was The Great Poets: I Read, And I Read, And I Read.

Everybody Has To Have Their Little Tooth Of Power. Everybody Wants To Be Able To Bite.

I Know I Can Walk Through The World, Along The Shore Or Under The Trees, With My Mind Filled With Things Of Little Importance, In Full Self-attendance. A Condition I Can't Really Call Being Alive.

Wild Sings The Bird Of The Heart In The Forests Of Our Lives.